7000/Leave the brooding to the Bats!

Leave the brooding to the Bats!
Date of Scene:	19 July 2021
Location:	The Sing Sing Karaoke Bar
Synopsis:	Harley and Ivy go to the Sing Sing bar for Harley to sing and for Ivy to get un-broodened from her brooding, murderous ways.
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Pamela Isley

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Harley Quinn has posed:
The Sing Sing bar was once a place where Harley was persona non grata. She has told the story before. Something something evil spirit. Something something singing to kill it, with a samurai and a pointy hat magician helping. And she swears it's true too.

But anyway!

Harley is allowed back on the Sing Sing and of course that she had Ivy invited to come with her. She doesn't even need to sing if she doesn't want to! She even promised!

Upon arrival Harley announced she had booked a private booth for them to sing or just listen to the songs out on the main stage and so they were led in. It's not exactly a big room. Comfy seats, a karaoke machine and a big screen along with a window to the main room outside.

Harley has been singing a few songs, 80s, 90s, all the way up to Boss Bitch. Hey, she likes *that* song. She is currently just finishing up that last one and lets out a sigh. "Sooooo, how are things with you, mmm?" uh ..., that's not one of her usual questions!

Pamela Isley has posed:
Truth be told, Pamela has been rather...absent...from normal day-to-day, if there was ever such a thing as 'normal' for Dr. Isley. The attack on the ArcTerra, on her birthday no less, did not sit well with the botanist (eco-terrorist?). That...was sacred ground, at least to Pamela. That was home. That...was sanctuary. And even Pamela Isley has seen enough movies to know that you are never supposed to fight on holy ground.

And so, Pamela disappeared.

But, she really didn't. She, instead, was brooding. Plotting. And growing darker and darker by the day. And, Harley knows that it isn't necessarily the best option to let Pamela sit and have time to scheme. It never plays out well, except for maybe nature.

The trip to the karaoke bar has been a first in a long time of Pamela being out in 'public.' And, from the tone of her skin down to the ensemble that was still legal but still very much screamed 'touch at your own peril', it was apparent that Pamela was more Ivy than Isley. Still, Harley is one of the few (i.e. the only one) that could get Pamela to do things she normally wouldn't care to. Including a trip to a karaoke bar.

But...singing is right out.

The question, however, takes her slightly by surprise. It is not often Harley starts with that one. The answer is sullen. "Been thinking a lot. Like how much I would like to strangle that little bitch that decided to not leave well enough alone. And...how I don't care if I end up going back to lockup if I get caught." Considering how Ivy was trying to turn over a new leaf (pun intended), that...doesn't sound like a healthy mindscape.

Something Harley knows all-too-well.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Indeed it didn't take a PhD in psychology to know something wasn't right. It's not as if things were 'right' with Harley too, but she had been learning to deal with her crazy. Or at least manage it to certain levels. And surrounding herself with good supportive friends had made the difference in bringing the clownette back into the path of the 'light'. Well, let's not call it light ..., more like grey? But with cool colors instead of drab, grey robes. It also meant that Harley would be here for her friend. She knew how hard it could be to .., turn that new leaf.

And it's not as if she hadn't been plotting Quellazaire's demise, even going as far as getting some old friends to help in it. But .., that was something for another day for right now she was focused on her friend. She lets herself sink into the comfy couch of their room with a uff, still swinging the microphone in her hand after the song, watching...

"You were gone for a while." she notes, "Was thinkin' I'd find ya somewheah in a dark cornah o' a bar broodin' oh somethin.."

"And we are o' a likemind that that woman needs a spanky! Not the good kind like they do at the hellfire club down in the dungeons but one that actually hurts..." she nodding her agreement, "But ..., I thought we weah done with killin'" she looks away from Ivy a moment, down to the ground then finally speaks up, "I don't want ya goin' back to lockup.."

Pamela Isley has posed:
"It would be a service to the Earth if 'that woman' was no longer a part of it." Yes, indeed, those are fighting words. Coming from anyone else, it would seem that they are just blowing off some steam. From Ivy, though...it is almost a death sentence.

"No. I don't brood in public. Too easy for the bats to find you then." Was that a joke? Not the way that Pam delivered it. It was straight, to the point, and sincere. "I don't wish to kill, but there are circumstances that may cause such that simply cannot be avoided. If the death of a few, or of the one in this case, will save the lives of the many, then so be it. Simple mathematics, really."

Though Pam talks a good game, both of them know it is just that. A game. The world will not care if Quellazaire is dead or not. That...is just Pam's bloodlust. The fact she just didn't go off and take out the smoking harlot means that Ivy is at least considering alternatives. But...not much more would push her over.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"They are attracted by the brood..." Even if it wasn't meant as a joke Harley appears to take it as one! Always looking for those jokes! Maybe she will use it in the future. The spiralling descent Pam is going through is something that Harley understands, that she can see. Trying to justify murder. Harley didn't even need that in the past! Just give it to crazy...

"Or ..., we could work in gettin' her put in jail. We know she's dirty." she tells her friend, eyes returning from the floor to look directly at Ivy, "It's not as if my hands awhe clean, Pammy. I have done my share o' killin' befoouh." when she was the clown princess of crime.

"The world won't care about her death or not." Hard truths! "But you will ..., and I will too. It just gets harder afterwards."

There's a pause as she considers something and then adds, "Besides ..., it was sorta my fault that we got in trouble with her, isn't it? I got us down to that pier when we weah drunk and ..." she shakes her head, "... I don't want you goin' down that road because o' me."

Emotional blackmail right there.

Pamela Isley has posed:
"It wasn't your fault." True, Harley may have been drunk. But...if that construction foreman had not got all handsy. And yes, Pam did go a little too far...but she didn't kill anyone then. "She chose to fight. This is on her head." No, Ivy hasn't forgotten about their daring escape out of a high rise on the leaves of a giant tobacco plant, either.

But, Harley does have a point. Not that Ivy is going to admit it. Thrift-store Cruella is dirty. "Yes. We could put her in jail. Or, perhaps, someplace worse." As both of the women there could possibly imagine. "and none of our hands are clean, Harl." Those green eyes look down upon her own hands, bare. Perhaps looking for the blood she has spilt before, countless times.

"But, perhaps, we can keep them clean for this one. Just this once."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"She chose to fight.." True enough. Harley nods her head at it, "But we gonna end it." a mischievous little grin on her lips. Oh yes, Harley has been plotting too. She wiggle-wiggles closer to Ivy to speak in a lower tone. Even if there's not really anyone else in here! "I spoke with some friends in Chicago, ol' mobstahs turned pizza makahs and all that. Anyway, me and Aimee helped 'em with this antique car that had been stolen and so they owe me one."

"So we gettin' some back-up sooooon."

When Ivy announces that they can keep clean for this once she grins widely. Just what she wanted to hear! "Well ..., let's not keep 'em *fully* clean. I hate pristine hands!" a smirk, "Always funnier with a little dirt but ...! We don't need to go down that path when theah's a smartah way to do it." she taps the side of her head. "And we awhe two damn geniuses, aren't we?!"

Pamela Isley has posed:
Mobsters turned pizza makers? That causes Pamela to give Harley a curious and certainly confused glance. That...was not expected. And most likely was completely honest, too. Just like the demon defeated by singing. "Well, if you say so. Though, you know I tend to work alone." A pause, then a correction. "Or...rather, with you. Needless to say, I am not a people person."

That...is an understatement.

And then there is that incorrigible influence. As Harley cracks about having a little dirt, a ghost of a smile is visible on Pam's features. "You cannot plant a garden without getting at least a little dirty." Leave it to Pam to go with a botany reference. The appraisal of the intellect in the private karaoke room might also have something to do with it. The green eyes shift towards Harley...and Ivy nods in agreement. "Most definitely. We will be able to take her out. And...we will do it legally."

That word...legally...causes Pamela to shudder. "Never thought I would be saying that."